The Duke's kiss deepened, thick with desire. Yu Zhizhi pressed her hands against his chest, and in her hazy state, she stopped his hand as it fell to her waist—
A nasal quality entered her voice, but its soft, breathy tone sounded more like a sweet complaint. "No more..."
They had been at it for too long at the inn, and she hadn't rested well yet.
"Move your hand."
The Duke's gaze shifted from her lips to her eyes. "I'm not going to touch you. I'm just applying the ointment."
The tip of Yu Zhizhi's nose reddened slightly as she slowly let go.
As she felt the cool ointment slowly dissolve, she leaned limply against his chest, once again completely in his control, held by just one of his hands.
The Duke was very gentle, his touch full of tender affection.
Yu Zhizhi's eyes fluttered shut as a tingling numbness spread through her body. It felt like a jolt of electricity shooting up from her tailbone.
